April 19, 2005
Blind

Nowhere to go.
You took the key,
And locked the door,
Leaving me sprawled out on the floor

No one could suspect you.
Either you covered your tracks,
Or they just can�t see,
They don�t want to

You know that you�re going to get away with this.
I was the perfect victim.
When I�m found,
You seem so innocent.
I�m declared a suicide

You live among my friends and family,
Waiting to strike again.
Nobody knows

They now ignore my death.
They turn a blind eye to murder
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